"That bitch…!" Wyn ground his teeth in anger, holding his arm where Maxen gripped him. "And that bastard —"
"That's what you get for acting all high and mighty." A fellow delinquent, the guy with a scar across his eyebrow, laughed out loud. "How can you pick on Max when our boss here isn't even saying anything?"
Wyn let out a 'tch' out of irritation, glancing at everyone. His classmates immediately resumed whatever they were doing while others looked away, silently walking away to have some lunch.
"That fucker…"
"She looks familiar, isn't she?" suddenly, Emyr, spoke. He was rubbing his chin, looking up, recalling where he had seen Cosette. "Is she some bitch who works in the club at night or what?"
"Hah! Can you even pay one for the night?" Ja humored, grinning deviously. Emyr frowned, glaring daggers at Ja, and then cast his eyes on the shaved head student, whom they call their boss.
